Bailarín De Contraseña (Ticket Stub Dancer)

Lyrics: Carlos Lucero
Translation: Felipe & Ayano
Music: Víctor Felice
Recorded by Angel D'Agostino with Angel Vargas in 1945

Español

Sábado a la tarde, te planchás el traje
Te cortás el pelo, después te afeitás,
Con bastante crema te hacés dar masajes,
Gomina y colonia, luego te peinás.

Lista tu figura, llegada la noche
Te vestís ligero después de cenar,
Con un cigarrillo prendido en los labios
Sales de tu casa, te vas a bailar.

Y al llegar al “Sportivo”, con tu silueta elegante,
Te detienes en la puerta con los aires de un doctor.
Está atenta tu mirada, para ver si está el amigo,
Que anteayer te prometiera la entradita de favor.

Y mientras vas esperando ya tenés todo planeado,
Si no aparece el amigo te la sabes arreglar.
Esperás el intervalo y con tu cara risueña,
le pedís la contraseña a todo aquel que se va.

(Instrumental)

Esperás el intervalo y con tu cara risueña,
le pedís la contraseña a todo aquel que se va.


English

Saturday afternoon you press your suit,
you get a haircut, later you shave with plenty of cream you massage yourself
Hair gel and cologne, then you arrange your hair

Your body ready, the night has come
You dress quickly after eating dinner
with a lit cigarette between your lips
You leave your house, you’re going dancing.

And upon arriving at the sport club with your elegant form,
You pause by the door with the air of a doctor.
Your gaze is focused, looking for the friend,
Who promised you the day before yesterday to get you for free.

And while you’re waiting you have everything planned
If the friend doesn’t show up you know what to do
You wait for the intermission and with an agreeable face
You ask for the ticket stub from everyone who leaves.

(Instrumental)

You wait for the intermission and with an agreeable face
You ask for the ticket stub from everyone who leaves.